Everyone has started asking Cam what he wants to be for Halloween, and out of nowhere he’s started saying a Bruins Bear. He and Dada are going to be Bruins Bears and Mama is going to be a raccoon, a nice raccoon.
What the hell? Do I really have to dress up like a raccoon on Halloween to make my 2 1/2 year old happy?
My pediatrician recommended that as soon as Cam wakes in the night, I go in, spend about 5 minutes comforting and reassuring him, then tell him I need to leave, but that I’ll come back to check on him in 5 minutes.
I thought there was no way in hell that would work, but decided to give it a try. When Cam cried at 1:40am, I went in and rocked him (his request) for a couple of minutes, then put him back in his bed. When he said the dreaded “Now you sit right there”, I told him that I needed to check on Pup because she wasn’t feeling well, but that I would come back in 5 minutes. I was shocked when he said “Ok Mama, leave the door open, and you come back”.
He instantly fell asleep when I left, but I waited the requisite 5 minutes, then went back in his room and rubbed his back. He sleepily said “You came back!” and when I told him I needed to give Pup medicine, he rolled over and went back to sleep. I snuck back a few minutes later, shut the door, and didn’t hear from him again until 6am.
Unfortunately I was up all night after that because I was so jazzed it worked the first time, and then I was sure he was going to wake again any minute, so it wasn’t worth it to go back to sleep yet.
My plan is to continue to do this every night and once we stop the night waking, try and shorten our bedtime routine. Eventually I think your child is supposed to just sleep through the night, but they didn’t give me a timeline for this. We’ll see. It went a lot better than the cry it out method I tried the night before.
Now I need to come up with more lies to tell Cam tonight. I can’t keep using the dog, I don’t want him to start to resent her. Let’s just hope this good sleep pattern continues.
Cry it out didn't work last night. It didn't work at all.
I decided I would let Cam cry for 20 mins and then go in, comfort him, put him back in bed, then leave. Ha ha ha ha.
It would be easy if it was just crying, but now he lays down in the floor in front of his door and kicks it like a jack rabbit while screaming “Mama, I NEED you.” I tried to talk to him over the monitor and reassure him that he was fine and if he got back in bed we could get doughnuts in the morning (don’t judge), but that, or none of the other promises I made worked. Not in the first, second or third bout of crying for 20 minutes.
I finally caved and let Cam come into my bed (Matt’s traveling) and he kept saying “Let’s snuggle” and “I love you Mama” making me feel like a super jerk for making him cry for so long, when all he wanted was to be with me.
I talked to the pediatrician today, who gave me a new plan to follow tonight, and I should already be asleep, because I know I’m in for another long night.
Why did none of you runners warn me about chafed boobs?
I went for a 10 mile run on Saturday (and didn’t die!) to train for my 1st half marathon. I got home, dragged my tired self into the shower and as soon as I got in, the water felt like razor blades on my chest. I jumped out, looked in the mirror, and it looked like I had fallen and scraped the underside of my boobs.
I called my sister, a seasoned runner, who was all “Oh yeah, you need to wear your sports bra inside out to prevent that. Everyone knows that.” What?!?!
Why do they even make sports bras with huge seams that could possibly need to worn inside out? Stupid.
I’m running 11 miles this Saturday (with boob lube), is there anything anyone would like to warn me about before then?
“When trouble strikes, head to the library. You will either be able to solve the problem, or simply have something to read as the world crashes down around you.”—Lemony Snicket (via dailydoseofbookssauce)
Cam and I were FaceTiming Matt last night before bed, when Cam suddenly threw his head back hard, and hit me square in the tooth. Cam starts crying, but was easily distracted and was them fine. My tooth on the other hand, has been KILLING ME all night long. Throbbing and keeping me up all night kind of pain.
Does anyone have a cute story about your tooth hurting, but then feeling better in a few days? Ha, ha, ha… Everything’s fine now? Please tell me I don’t need to go to the dentist immediately. We just got to my parents lake house and I don’t feel like going to some random dentist in Maine.
“Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to. Stay home on New Year’s Eve if that’s what makes you happy. Skip the committee meeting. Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances. Read. Cook. Run. Write a story.”—Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking (via 27sailors)